Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Fu Kuan knocked on the door of a resident.

It was already evening, so the voice at this time seemed out of place.

"no one?"

He wasn't surprised.

But looking at the surrounding environment, it doesn't seem like an uninhabited house.

And there are several full garbage bags piled up at the door.

"Boom!"

He tried to knock a few more times.

After a long time, the door handle moved and the door opened.

"You are?"

In the room, stood an old man wearing a plaid shirt, but he didn't look old, on the contrary, he had a lot of energy.

"It was introduced by Elder Sun."

"Old Sun?"

"Sun Runmin."

"Oh? So it's that old thing, come in."

Fu Kuan said thank you softly and walked into the room cautiously.

The living room was not big, but it was piled with all kinds of antiques, even the chairs they were sitting on, Fu Kuan thought they were antiques.

They first introduced themselves, and then Fu Kuan spoke.

"What's the old man's name?"

"bell."

"Mr. Zhong, did you find all these antiques?"

"Well, I usually like to tinker with these things."

"I have a treasure here. I don't know if Mr. Zhong can give you palm eyes. By the way, Mr. Sun asked me to bring you a letter."

Fu Kuan took out the letter and handed it to Elder Zhong respectfully.

But to Fu Kuan's surprise, Mr. Zhong didn't even read the letter, and put the letter on the stool beside him.

"Where's the gold medal?"

Fu Kuan smiled.

It seems that this old man is really obsessed with antiques.

"Give."

Fu Kuan handed the gold medal to Mr. Zhong.

In the next second, Mr. Zhong's mouth let out an exclamation.

"This... I have never heard of it, I have never seen it!"

He looked surprised.

"That's right, this thing is indeed not simple, and the most important thing is the history on the gold medal. Mr. Sun really can't see this."

Mr. Zhong put on his glasses and looked carefully.

"To be honest, if he has no idea, it's useless to ask me."

“How come you see?”

"He's the director of the Institute of Archeology. Even he can't see things. Do you expect me to be such a bad old man?"

"This……"

Fu Kuan was taken aback for a moment, but then he smiled and said, "Mr. Zhong, Jiang is still old and spicy, and you are a talented person among the people."

"Let me consider."

Mr. Zhong frowned, as if he didn't want to be disturbed.

At this time, the expression on Fu Kuan's face also became serious.

He felt something approaching him.

"It's really haunting."

He cursed inwardly, then got up and patted Tang Chuchu on the shoulder.

"Chuchu, you stay here with the old man, and I'll go out to do something."

"Brother Fu, where are you going?"

Tang Chuchu was surprised.

"A little personal matter, take care of the old man."

"Ah."

Fu Kuan lowered his face, opened the door and walked out.

In the corridor, it was extremely quiet.

Fu Kuan sneered, since you guys are so good at hiding, then you can't blame him!
He directly radiated all his coercion.

"Heaven's Eye!"

Eyes swept from everywhere.

But nothing unusual was found.

He went downstairs slowly.

In the community, there are very few people.

He lit a cigarette.

"Come out."

As the flames jumped and jumped, several figures appeared.

"Heh, there are still a few more things to do. Sure enough, what the lady said is right!"

"I didn't expect that a gold medal would make you so anxious."

"you……"

"To be honest, you are not my opponent."

Fu Kuan let out a puff of smoke and waved his hands disdainfully.

“How come you see?”

"Because, because of this!"

Fu Kuan threw the cigarette butt at one of them.

Then he shot directly.

Following a flash of red light, a man fell down directly.

"Now, do you understand?"

Fu Kuan shook his hand, and directly circulated all his Yang Qi to his fingertips.

"Are you a ghost master?"

The one who was still standing immediately shrank his pupils.

"Tell me, how many people are here this time?"

"Oh, the ghost master is just an ant!"

The kid took out a syringe from his wrist and injected it directly into himself!

"呲-"

Fu Kuan narrowed his eyes.

A ghost appeared.

However, it disappeared in an instant.

And this kid's body is changing visibly with the naked eye.

The man in front of him bulged his muscles, and his whole body was a little bit stronger.

Fu Kuan took a step back.

"Still a stubble!"

He always felt that this was the work of Zhao Qiong's company.

Change flesh with a syringe.

Only this kind of company can do it.

"come!"

On that man's face, blue veins appeared!

wrong!

It's not blue veins!
But a texture!

Fu Kuan immediately showed Dingyin Huo.

The silver barrier completely enveloped him.

The man beat the barrier frantically, and Fu Kuan took out the broken stick with some worry.

He didn't want to use this kind of thing against this kid.

But this kid is clearly a suicide attack!
What's more, Dingyinhuo can't withstand this level of attack for a long time.

Because in this man's attack, there will be ghosts one after another!

"Understood, it turned out to be a fake ghost master!"

The fake ghost master Fu Kuan mentioned here is actually not the same as his own situation.

The syringe thing, he guessed something about ghosts.

And injecting this stuff can make people temporarily gain the power of a ghost master.

Therefore, this kid can also display some terrifying powers.

However, he can guarantee that the side effects of this medicine are very obvious!

He sneered, if that's the case, maybe the broken stick can save this kid's life.

He directly threw the broken staff out.

"What a good dog!"

He felt worthless for these brothers.

The broken staff smashed firmly on the boy's face.

In the next second, the ghost in his body was torn apart!
"what--"

The man became extremely irritable.

Fu Kuan's words are not good.

This broken stick seemed to arouse the man's anger even more.

He didn't want to use the power of the ghost master.

But at this time, there is no other way!
He directly put his fingers together.

And the silver fire barrier in front of him is shattering bit by bit!

"White mist!"

"The art of killing ghosts!"

He shouted twice.

Then, a white mist appeared, and as the white mist appeared, a drop of transparent liquid appeared on Fu Kuan's fingertips.

It looks like dew.

"Ding--"

The dew directly dissipated into the air and was completely absorbed by the white mist!
"Destroy!"

Fu Kuan's eyes were firm. He knew that if he didn't make a move now, the boy would be in trouble.

He doesn't want to kill people here.

Shed City is not familiar with the place, and this fight may attract more forces.

The white mist directly drilled in through the man's seven orifices, and the next second, the man's movements stopped suddenly!